The kiddo and I are prepping for movie night--which, when you're 5 years old and it's a school night, is more like movie late-afternoon. Popcorn is popped, Pocahontas is on Netflix (NOT MY CHOICE), and we are all teams go. The dogs are intermittently begging for popcorn and helping clean up the popcorn that the kiddo is dropping--we are a symbiotic picture of a happy family--minus Max, who's (cue eye-rolling) exercising. HIS LOSS.
Samson: Mommy, how does electricity even go through wires?
Mommy: Very carefully.